François wrote:On one hand, if she feels that way at all, it's better to put it out there now than to pretend everything's fine and then blow up years down the line.

On the other hand, Iesus meffing Cristo. It's not like you got engaged to her by accident or without her permission. Dang.

Ironically, she was the one pushing to get engaged! I dunno.

ANYWAY, thanks for the support, y'all. I'm doing alright, I made it through the "depressed, don't want to do anything but sleep and binge watch tv shows on netflix" period, and, contrary to the gif I posted, I haven't had a drink in months(I don't have a drinking problem or anything, I just got to the point where the pleasant effects were not worth the hangover. I believe it's called "getting old".), so no worries there. I did shave my head, although that was less of a moment of irrational behavior and more of a "shit, I missed my haircut appointment and I have drill this weekend" thing.

Also, so far in 2015 I've been blocked on twitter by like 5 or 6 of GamerGate's, shall we say, "leading voices"(since they still claim to be leaderless), so I've got that going for me!

I'll say one thing, having you and other brontos pop up in my twitter feed is always a glorious bright spot of wit and interest while I've got my advice beard on and am sifting through dozens of teenagers who don't know what to eat or can't decide on a pair of shoes.

Well, today is the last day before THE FUTURE, since I remember having an argument with someone back in grade school about how 2000 wasn't the future because it was too close. I eventually said that up to 2015 was normal time and everything after that was "the future".

where's my magic device that can do anything i keep on my person oh there it is

Brentai wrote:Apparently my door led into a tiny closet with nothing but a chair and a small card reading "Better luck next life."

I feel like this probably warrants another "You okay, man?"

Brent, do you need a hug?

I mean, I'm in Arizona, so I can't actually hug you right now. But you can pretend.

Sorry to hear about vague bullshits going on in your life.

Me...eh. I like to think I took a few steps closer to my door this year, whatever it may be. Worked at Intel for about five minutes, which was very exciting and may or may not have any impact on my future career prospects. And I wrote a short story that I'm actually pretty close to starting to sell for money, if only I could get over a last few formatting hurdles, which would be easier if I'd just quit getting sick all the damn time.

Just for the moment, though, spending New Year's Eve coughing like a motherfucker, watching the Rifftrax of Super Mario Bros, and trying to convince my dog that fireworks are not coming to get us.

Fuck, I used to pop into #finalfight every New Year's Eve, didn't I? I think the first time I ever went in there was 15 years ago tonight. Y'know what? THAT was a shitty week. This week? Eh. I'm sick and having a very boring New Year's Eve, but it could definitely be worse.